No don't create don't type don't think of who you once were

Creativity is overused words are old and minds are limited

Randomly typing nothing rambling away into pixels and twisted letters that once spun in an imaginative mind

Loneliness shooting from fingertips reusing recycling but not creating

Typing on without pressing backspace just letting the words take their places their seats their positions of who they truly are and were

Not caring about of the lists of writing rules of running sentences of incomplete lines

Just writing just thinking just telling the brain to move the fingers one by one nerve signals like fireworks the screen is a black hole

A black hole that comes out white on the other side then purple then red

A line flashes as I type a line always in front of me beats along with all the cliches I have ever used